“Answer the fucking question, Mavyn.”
She jolts when he says her name. He says it like a possession and I wonder if she could hear that. Her eyes shift around the room and for the first time I realize that it’s been cleared out but for us and Trouble’s friends.
Callahan leans against a wall and has a sound barrier up around us. His eyes are glued to Trouble and the white threaded through his gold color are lit.
“This is so over-fucking-dramatic,” she mumbles under her breath. Louder, she says, “The blue belladon in that blade is a weak, diluted powder. I was exposed to it when I was younger so small diluted doses like that don’t have much of an effect on me. Though now I will be needing a lot of blood to help dilute the poison further until it’s out of my system.”
Thorne’s eyes flick down to her arm. “Roll up your sleeves.”
She makes a confused expression but when Thorne steps towards her she jumps back. Concern mixed with fear replaces the confusion and she crosses her arms as if that could stop a blood demon.
“Roll up your fucking sleeves – “
“I don’t fucking have – “ she interrupts.
“Mavyn– “
“Thorne,” she snaps back and Thorne lets out a frustrated breath.
“Do you always have to be so fucking stubborn? How were you exposed to such small concentrates of blue belladon that you didn’t die right away being so young?” She scoffs and turns her head away. “Unholy gods can – “
“What do you fucking want from me?” she shouts. “What? Just say it point blank. You want me dead? Get in fucking line. You want to know if I’m actually a vampire? What more proof do you need! God you paranoid motherfuckers. Yes! I have scars on my forearms made from weapons embedded with blue belladon.I had a bitch of a life. That’s how I’m not dead right now. What else? What fucking else do you want from me?”
She heaves and the pink in her eyes has deepened to almost a shade of red. I think this is the best fucking show of my life. All that’s missing is for another heated spat before they’re clawing all over each other. Maybe then Thorne could taste her blood and I’d lick up the mess.
Glancing over at Callahan I almost pity the devil. He’s too soft for his little crush. His muscles strained like he’s holding back from going over there and comforting the vampire.
Hmm. I could see it.
Thorne with his fangs in her neck and her head thrown back. Callahan would be behind her holding her up. He’d skim his own fangs over the other side of her neck as his hands were soft and gentle, tracing every line of her body. And I’d be on my knees before her. One of her legs draped over my shoulder as I finally figured out if she tastes as sweet as she smells.
Callahan chokes and all eyes glance at him as he looks up with wide eyes at me. I smirk at him as I fill that image of all of us with my lust and he glares at me.
If you don’t want to see it stop looking.
Put up some damned shields then, he snickers, but I can feel his lust too. The devil would like that scenario very much if it ever happened.
I wonder if Varian and Castiel would like that too.
They would.
And I full on grin as I look back to Trouble. She looks exhausted as she glares at us.
“I’m going to need blood or I’m going to pass out in a little bit,” she grumbles. “I’d appreciate you telling me what else you want from me so I can answer and then leave.”
Thorne cocks his head and then turns to her friends. “Leave.”
Her roommate mage straightens and looks like she’s about to argue when Thorne releases a wave of raw magic. The vampyr grabs the mage and pushes her behind him as he faces Thorne, readying his own magic as the room charges with power.
“I do not appreciate your defiance, Ruleten. Leave so I can speak with the vampire myself. On my soul I will not drink her blood and she will be returned to you. . . alive and well.”
The vampyr looks over at Trouble but she looks like she really is about to pass out.
“Fucking hell,” she mutters. “Fine. It’s fine, just get me some blood.”
Her roommate makes a noise but the other mage pulls her as the vampyr dips his head and they exit the room and sound barrier. All that’s left are the vampire, Castiel still wrapped in his serpent body around her, Thorne, Callahan, and myself.
“Blood,” she demands, though weakly. She sways slightly and rubs at her forehead.